ardentlyThieving

About the glorious idiot

Hey guys, Ardently here!

Formerly a member as seraphinaxx where I wrote a few half-decent works and a lot of bad poetry. But I didn't access the email enough and it's gone so I figured I'll go for a fresh start.

Never really knew what to put for these....

I've currently got a fairytale style short story planned

If any of you are also on Fallen London hit me up

It's not letting me link in the website bit for some reason, but I'm also on tumblr and AO3 under the same username if anyone wants to hit me up there.

Interests

Fallen London / musicals / gaming (think Dragon Age or Dark Souls) / psychology / philosophy / history / classics / biology / writing (occasionally) / fantasy / sci-fi (maintly star wars and doctor who) / little bit of acting on the side

Occupation

Student

It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien

Young Writers Society